Statistic Testo

Testo Statistic

Picture yourself being 10 years old
And having visions stuck in prison cause the stories that were told
Around you when you was younger now it’s all you can see
Thinking more then likely that could be me
I seen my unk on tv for a prison escape
And at the age of 16 I thought I’m seeing my fate
Always thought that It was inevitable what more can I say
To this day I get the feeling that they’ll lock me away
I’m a black man living in this country where it’s normal to be sent
To a place where my people make almost 50%
That’s half of the population in our prison today
We only make up 3% of the country ain’t that a shame
Yeah that’s fucked up
Man they got us cuffed up
Our people out here dying but we’d rather fill our cups up
Fathers leaving sons and turn around say it’s tough love
Making up excuses spitting rubbish like a dump truck
But am I being realistic
For Tryna get this message to the ones that might of missed it
You only got one life so why risk it
Fuck being a statistic
It’s time to change the way we see the world
But more important it’s time to change the way we see ourselves
How we supposed to spread out wings if all we see is hell
We are kings and we are queens or before where anything else
It’s got me thinking while I’m making this
We plan funerals before we plan 80ths
Cause your expected to die young if your indigenous
The poisons in the foods and the substances that they’ve given us
They put our elders on a ball and chain
They stopped our kids for learning culture now we think it’s shame
They took our fathers never knew if they’d be seen again
And wonder why there’s deadbeat dads our generations pain
So tell me what are we to do
I chased a dream for the kids whoever dreamed it too
So many youngins with a passion never see it through our kids are poppin pills and smoking rocks the size of uluru
And suicide is oh too common
About 10 that I’ve known myself
So many teens that I’ve seen in coffins
Too many times I thought I’d kill myself
Where I’m from we try to find our idols
Out of mind or they was out of sight
I fell victim to vicious cycle
Before I ever learned to ride a bike
I’m well aware what they portray us as
Alcoholics with our housos full of vacant dads
Call us criminals for tryna numb the pain we have
Invest a couple million in more prisons and think less rehabs
We’re so much more then what they say we are
Yeah we don’t fit inside the lines we’re a work of art
The first to walk along our matriarchs
The first astronomers that’s how I knew I’d be a superstar

So am I being realistic for tryna get this message to the ones that might have missed it
We only get one life so why risk it
Man fuck being a statistic